Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2003 19:26:17 +1100 (EST)
From: jp432527@yahoo.com.au
Subject: nineteen meets fifteen: part 2

So, here we were, sitting on bar stools, with one of our legs touching, and
neither pulling away.  He opened the discussion: "its pretty hairy, isn't
it?"

"Yeah', I replied, "just awesome."  "Here, have a feel?...and motioned me
to place my hand on his thigh.  Nervously, I obliged and felt the thick
hair from his knee to his mid-thigh.  Cautiously, I went higher and as I
did so, he pulled his shorts back as if giving permission to venture
higher.  Soon I was like, four inches away from his crotch.  Realizing
this, I pulled my hand back.  'No sweat, he said.  'I've been shaving since
I was 13, it's a pain having to shave every day!.

He was providing some answers to questions I would have liked to have
asked. 'How many days is that growth? I asked sheepishly.  'Last shave was
on Thursday night, so that I could go to school without shaving on Friday
morning, then I wouldn't need to shave until Sunday night or Monday
morning.'  I, on the other hand, had never shaved in my entire life, and
here is this boy/man who was 3+ years younger than me who had been shaving
since 13.  I was 6 years behind!

"Here, feel my face if you like?...and he moved his face closer. I reached
out and felt the mature bristles, some 3-5 mm long.  He even had hair on
his adam's apple..and complained how hard it was to shave that section
without cutting himself.  So I felt his adam's apple and commented that it
must be hard to negotiate that bump.

he then looked at his chest, protruding that chest and expanding it to its
full width. I took it as an invitation to touch that too.  Gaining more
confidence by the minute, I brough my second hand into play, and without
further invitation, returned to his thighs, with left hand on his right
thigh and right hand on his left thigh.  Both hands were now 4 inches from
his swelling bulge. Realizing what could happen next, he suggested: "Let's
go up to my room.'

I followed him up the staircase and into what was the master bedroom of
this house. His mother had given him the privilege to use it (being the man
of the house).  He immediately sat on the edge of his bed, and moved his
desk chair in front of him and motioned that I sit there. We were now back
to the same position as we were downstairs, but closer to the ground.

As his legs were wide apart as I sat down, he now brought his legs
together, hence locking mine between both his legs. I was somewhat
startled, but slowly replaced my hands on his thighs. I crept up to within
the 4 inches. He then flopped back on to the bed,so I took it as further
permission to venture further.  Both hands met a thick piece of meat.  My
right hand crept under his underwear and grabbed this monstrous cock.  My
fingers were not touching and there was no way they could meet.  He began
to breathe deeply and raised his body to indicate that the shorts needed to
come off.  I obliged, shaking as I went. And there it was!...what I came to
later discover was exactly 9-1/2 inches.  His eyes were closed, otherwise
he would have witnessed mine agog!  I had never seen something that
monstrous, even at boarding school. I stroked it, hold it at different
positions along its shaft, trying to get my fingers to meet, but to no
avail.

He then sat up suddenly, smiling with anticipation.  His left hand landed
on my right thigh and moved immediately to within an inch.  He slipped
under the underwear and enveloped my pride and joy.  Well, I think that
moment, it was no longer my pride! I wondered what he was thinking, as he
would have known that it was not going to get any bigger.  He tried to
remove my shorts, so I stood up to make it easier.  And there I was, stake
naked for the first time in my life before another guy, who was younger
than me, yet calling all the shots.  He stood up and positioned his pride
against mine.  You guessed it: I did not even make half his length.

19 had just met 15; in dick terms, 4-1/2 had just met 9-1/2.  It was both
humiliating and HOT.

(Sorry guys....must sign off, as I need to attend to work) There is more to
come.